Nearly 10 days in Norway in May and June. Having done my research months in advance and lining up the wool shops mentioned in this post, you’d be right to think that most of it was spent frolicking in yarn, but that didn’t happen.
DH and I have a real knack for picking our vacations smack in the middle of some national or religious holiday wherever we are. This time our one full day in Bergen, Norway was during Ascension and every single yarn shop was closed. If we had wanted to purchase ready-made sweaters, there were plenty to be bought in the various shops catering to the multitudes from the cruise ships.
So as far as Bergen went, no Nilssen (though the sweater shop was open), no Norwegian Spirit (right across from our hotel), no Modellstrikk, no Strikkelykke. No garn.
That didn’t stop Bergen/Bryggen from being one of the most interesting places I’ve visited. The old wood buildings remaining from the Hanseatic League row houses now house galleries, restaurants and lots of interesting craft shops.
While I was planning our 4-day fjord road trip, I also noticed that the city of Dale was right off the highway on our first day out of Bergen and conveniently on our way to our 3-hour cruise on the Naeroyfjord. Hmm…. After finding the Dale of Norway website in English and tracking down the right email address (shopATdaleDOTno), I quickly wrote them and asked for the hours/directions of their outlet shop.
Dale of Norway Factory Outlet
Sandlivegen 2, 5722 Dalekvam
Hours (as of the end of May 2014):
Monday- Thursday 9.00-17.00
After parking the car, I nearly sprinted to the doors and wound my way through the lovely displays of new and last season’s sweaters and garments. At the back of the store I found myself in a woolly wonderland. Even a reformed yarnaholic could not resist buying a souvenir from the Dale Factory Outlet and I came away with 4 skeins of an unmarked alpaca/wool blend and 2 skeins of Ara, a thick and thin, single ply wool.
In my excitement (and feeling a bit of unspoken pressure from DH to get back on the road to meet our fjord cruise on time), my Dale experience went entirely undocumented. No Foursquare check-in, no photo of the Dale shop, no photo of the lovely sales person who spent her senior year of high school in southwest Minnesota. (Insert sound of hand smacking forehead here.)
The rest of our trip was spent driving, sightseeing, walking, eating and simply enjoying ourselves. The only other woolly encounter I had, besides flocks of sheep in fields and at times on the road, was at the Norsk Folkemuseum in Oslo, but that will be another post for another time.